The resurrecting grass can no longer return the tenderness and watery eyes
The cold sound breaks, but I can't help but the whisper of love in my ears
Weaving dreams and moving clouds, tears shed in the rain of lovesickness
Walking on the sand, my soul holds two hearts
Sharing life and death, sharing jade and broken pieces
Born out of emptiness, all turned into tears
Covenant in the past life, alliance in this life
By the Sansheng Stone, I am left alone and sad.
The past is like smoke, the soul is haunted by dreams
The grievances and hatreds between the two families, and the flavor of salt tea from one side. Sisterhood, brother-sister hatred, family worries, the distance of longing only exists because of your thoughts, waiting for the opportunity, the coming of love. Mixed with the helplessness and sadness of friendship and family. The thread of emotion has already held the two scarred hearts. No one knows whether the final outcome will be joy or sadness. In fact, everything is already destined! Damn, hurt!
